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Category: Writing and Poetry
Into the Arms of Sorrow
Into the arms of sorrow, Falls the pouring rain. His thoughts, his memories, Are what keep him sane. Though his life is long, And all so bittersweet, He stands on the edge, Through day and night he weeps.
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